By Brennon Land
Not an Immigrant (2020)
Stripped
Of the land
The language
The memory of my people.
Four hundred years of genocide
And still my darkness survives.
Though your words roll off my tongue
Your clothes don’t fit my form.
To you I am a ‘well-spoken.
‘Literate yet uncouth
Unforgivably proud
Irredeemably
Savage.
Love Offerings (2020)
Late season sweet peas
Plump and cold
In a wooden bowl
Smelling of green
And frosty air
Regret (2020)
Regret is waiting
For an opportunity
That will never come
Regret is a life
That was never truly lived
For no good reason
Regret is the name
Never called to your lover
To stop them leaving
Regret is in we
Who have accepted lives spent
Mourning in secret
Dandelion (2020)
Sometimes I wonder
If I roamed the earth
Like a seed on the wind
Would I find the spot
From which my roots were torn
And finally come home
Inversion (2021)
My voice has been folded
In and in and in on itself
So that even when I am loud as I can be
It is smaller than it remembers
Quantum Physics (2019)
Perhaps it is not
The pull of the sun
Which keeps the planets spinning
But the need of the planets
Keeping the sun
In its place
Something Wicked (2018)
She had magic
Enough to shake the world
She used it to build
A cage unbreakable
And there
She made herself
At home
Rest for the Hungry (2017)
Being awakened by hunger
is a myth
created by those
who have never felt it true.
To a starving person
sleep is a reprieve
from the constant gnawing
emptiness that has no certain end.
A way to shorten the time
between feedings.
One Comment
Mary Bartley
Brennon You’re a beautiful person with a beautiful mind continue in your endeavors and prosper in all your works , very well done.